It was 7:30
a.m. by the time we set off on mountain bikes. I felt foolish. There
was nearly a foot of snow in places but there was no way
I was going to leave my bike at the car.
Anyhow, the road didn't look too bad (C' mon
Phil, it's a joke!).
We made no more than a mile or two before stashing
our bikes in the trees. The other ~2-miles (4.1 total) were continued
on foot.
It seemed like my every word was being documented
as Phil and Josh both had video cameras. One such incident occurred
on Dumas St. (just beyond where the road ends in Monte Cristo)
where I boasted that the street was named after my forefathers and
that I had come "...from a long heritage of dumb asses."
A trail leads out of town. We followed on skins
and continued along Glacier Creek for a few miles at which point
we had a choice. Phil mentioned a high route. It would put us too
high, but it was clear of trees. Continuing on the trail would put
us right where we needed to be, but it was steep (there is a
waterfall right next to the trail) and thick in trees and brush. |